After losing his memory, he was with his old enemy

The competition was finally interrupted by the sudden intrusion of the demonic energy. After fighting off the demonic energy with the joint efforts of the elders, the headmaster and the elders decided that the remaining people would choose another day, and those who had already competed would arrange their belonging first.

But rather than saying that they fought back together, everyone could feel that it was the demon energy that receded by itself—after the black energy on the competition stage was dispersed.

Both Qi Ling and Shen Changzhou were injured, but the latter was more serious.In the final analysis, the Xuanji Fan is an ancient artifact, coupled with the huge spiritual power in Qi Ling's body, Ren Moli is bound to be unable to defeat even the most powerful famous sword.

There was no result in this competition, the head of the sect undoubtedly chose Qi Ling, he became the ninth disciple under the head of the sect.

As a foreign cultivator of Wuding Peak, Wu Nong naturally has more opportunities to be with Qi Ling.

At night, Wu Nong was sitting on the edge of Qi Ling's bed, when he heard someone knocking on the door, his light red eyes suddenly dimmed, and he raised his head and said, "Come in."

The door was pushed open, Chu Zhijian stepped in, and handed a white porcelain bottle to Wu Nong: "This is for trauma, it won't leave scars."

Wu Nong took it over and asked along the way, "Can your eyes see?"

Chu Zhijian chuckled, knowing what he meant, touched his nose, and said, "He smells like blood."

Wu Nong turned his head to look at Qi Ling's arm, but didn't speak.

Chu Zhijian turned around and left. Before leaving, he said: "The winter test is over. I heard Yu'er and Yang Pingzhu say..."

He paused, seemed to understand something, hesitated to speak, and finally just smiled, "You take care of him and remember to rest early, lest he wake up and worry."

The door was closed, Wu Nong remembered Chu Zhijian's words in his heart, looked at Qi Ling's pale face under the moonlight, and frowned slightly: "Worry? If I really collapse, will you Worried?"

Naturally, Qi Ling couldn't hear this sentence, but his tightly closed lips opened just after this sentence, as if answering, Wu Nong leaned over to listen, but there was nothing.

In the next second, Qi Ling suddenly grabbed the hem of his clothes, Wu Nong was startled, and only reacted when he saw his frowning.

Is this a nightmare?

Silently, Qi Ling felt himself falling down. The strange thing was that he was clearly afraid of heights, and the unknown below, but he didn't feel any fear at all.

He didn't know how long he had been falling like this, but he suddenly opened his eyes and found a strange scene in front of him.

This is a bazaar with constant hawking and people coming and going, Qi Ling thought to himself: Where is this?Shouldn't I be in Linyang School?

In the next second, the voice in the phaseless ternary plate threshold tunnel appeared: "Look carefully."

Qi Ling recognized the voice, and said: "You have been following me, what exactly are you going to do?"

Ji Ze: "Don't make noise, watch carefully. You forgot, I will help you recall those."

After finishing speaking, Qi Ling was bumped by someone, he turned around to see, it was a child running past him.

Ji Ze said: "Follow."

Qi Ling saw that the child was wearing a snow-white dress like himself, so he stood still in front of a small steamed bun stall, quietly waiting for the boss to pack the steamed stuffed buns for him.

Qi Ling stepped forward, and was taken aback when he saw the child's face.

It was so similar to him.

Ji Ze said, "This is you."

As soon as he said this, he confirmed Qi Ling's guess even more, but he didn't remember it at all, so he asked again: "Who are you? Why do you know my past?"

Ji Ze: "As I said, I only said the name once, and you forgot again..."

Qi Ling frowned and didn't speak.

At that time, there was an accident in Kanzi, and he really didn't hear his name.

At this time, another child appeared in Qi Ling's sight. His clothes were a little tattered, covered with filth, he looked like a little beggar on the street, and he hadn't washed his body for many days.

His target is obvious, and it is Little Qi Ling.But little Qiling didn't notice it at all, he saw the little beggar approaching little by little, and finally stretched out his hand to a bag on little Qiling's waist.

Qi Ling called out to his childhood self, but he was just a phantom, unable to touch anything here, and naturally no one could hear what he said.

The little beggar grabbed Xiao Qiling's bag and ran away.At this moment, little Qiling finally came to his senses, took the bun wrapped by the boss, yelled "thief" and chased after him.

Qi Ling followed closely again.

The little beggar didn't have enough food or clothing to keep warm, and his hair grew so long that it covered half of his dark face.In contrast, Xiao Qiling has fair skin and is dressed in good fabrics, as if he came from a famous family and was pampered since he was a child.

Little Qi Ling quickly caught up with the little beggar in a small alley, the alley was blocked, Little Qi Ling said: "Give it back to me."

The little beggar turned his back to him, shook his head, Gu Zizai lowered his head, presumably he was opening the bag.

Little Qi Ling's expression changed, and he stepped forward a few steps to take back the bag.

Qi Ling thought from the side: Was I so stingy before?This beggar is so pitiful that he refuses to give even this little money.

In the next second, Qi Ling knew why he cared so much about that bag—it wasn't a money bag at all, but a bag that could store magic weapons.

Little Qi Ling was about to go forward to catch him, when the little beggar turned around, as if he was afraid that Little Qi Ling would see his face, in desperation he spread out the fan in the bag and blocked the two of them.

Xiao Qiling was stunned for an instant, and his movements stopped in mid-air.

Qi Ling was also stunned, because what the little beggar was holding in his hand was none other than the Xuanji Fan.

Little Qi Ling frowned, took a step back, and his voice became slightly cold: "How did you open it?"

The little beggar didn't dare to look at him, so he covered his face with a fan, and wondered in his heart: "It's just opened like this... What's the point of asking?"

Little Qi Ling continued: "This fan is clearly only my mother and I can open, why can you open him? Who are you?"

Qi Ling was stunned: Mother...?

The little beggar couldn't understand what this man said, so he still didn't take off his fan, and said in a low voice, "I...my name is...Ji..."

Qi Ling woke up again at this critical moment.

As soon as he woke up, Wu Nong's voice rang in his ears: "Qi Ling! Wake up!"

Qi Ling suddenly opened his eyes, and Wu Nong straightened up in fright: "..."

When Qi Ling saw this person, he felt his head buzzing, so he gave him a hard look, but didn't speak.

He almost knew the kid's name.

"It's all your fault, why shout when you have nothing to do?" Qi Ling punched Wu Nong, not hard, but not light.

Wu Nong narrowed his eyes slightly, a bit sullen, and said, "You're trapped in a nightmare, and you're sweating all the time, shouldn't I wake you up?"

Hearing this, Qi Ling only realized later that his body was really sticky, it was all sweat.

Qi Ling sighed and said, "...that's all."

Wu Nong remembered Qi Ling's appearance just now, and asked, "What did you dream about and reacted so strongly?"

Qi Ling raised his hand to rest his forehead, "I dreamed about... the Xuanji Fan."

Wu Nong lowered his eyes.

Qi Ling saw the mysterious fan beside him, emitting a faint red light, "Has this fan always been like this?"

"It's been on since you fell into a coma." Wu Nong said, "But it seems to automatically cover up the fluctuation of spiritual power, and others can't detect it."

"I seem to know what it means." Qi Ling lifted the quilt as he spoke.

Just as he was about to put his feet on the ground, Wu Nong pushed them back: "Where are you going? Now you should have a good rest and don't cause trouble all day long."

Qi Ling glanced at him, but Wu Nong couldn't understand the meaning in his eyes, and felt even more irritable, and asked, "What did the fan say?"

Qi Ling pushed Wu Nong away, pointed to a pitch-black night outside the window, and said, "It said...something there is calling it."

Wu Nong looked in the direction he pointed.

There is……

Wu Nong: "Soul Tower."

Qi Ling let out an "ah" and his face was a bit ugly: "You said there are many ghosts there."

Wu Nong froze for a moment, but didn't speak.

Qi Ling looked down at Xuanji Fan, and said in his heart: He also said this is my fan, why doesn't he understand the heart of his master at all, and wants him to go to that place full of ghosts.

Wu Nong: "Then you're not going?"

Qi Ling wanted to say no, but the words turned into: "...Go."

He put his hand over his heart, "There should be something there, it seems... not only attracting Xuanji Fan, but also calling me."

Wu Nong frowned, "Glass Bow."

Qi Ling: "How do you know it's a glazed bow? It's a divine weapon, would it be placed in that kind of place?"

Wu Nong didn't answer Qi Ling's first question, but hummed, "Who knows what they think."

Qi Ling: "..."

He put the mysterious fan away and said, "Can you let me get out of bed now?"

Seeing that Wu Nong didn't speak, Qi Ling stood up by himself, but was caught off guard again by Wu Nong and pushed him down on the bed.

Wu Nong pressed forward, with a slight smile on his lips, he stretched out his hand to pull Qi Ling's collar.

Qi Ling opened his eyes wide, and shouted while pushing Wu Nong: "You...why are you pulling my clothes!"

Wu Nong held him down and said angrily, "Don't move around! You'll tear the wound later."

Qi Ling really hurt the wound, he gasped in pain, he had no strength to resist, he could only close his eyes and turn his head away in desperation.

Qi Ling blushed from the neck to the face, Wu Nong saw him like this, he was furious, even his hands were a little heavier, he thought: What is the high priest thinking? !With this appearance, if he found him later, would he have lost his virginity long ago? !He said no or no, but he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart!

The clothes were pulled apart and touched the wound, Qi Ling let out a muffled snort, and held back the pain.

He thought in his heart: ... It's really ... this person, this person likes to force him!He doesn't go when he obeys, but he likes to go when he refuses and feels uncomfortable.

I don't know who is used to it!

Who is used to the stinking problem? !

Suddenly, he sneezed.

Qi Ling: "..."

Wu Nong's subordinates paused, thinking: Is it cold?

Also, in such a cold day, half of the high priest was exposed outside, and he was weak, so it had to end quickly.

Qi Ling is not an idiot, he felt that Wu Nong's movements of pulling his clothes became quicker, and thought: Can't wait...so anxious...he, will he hurt later?

Wu Nong took off the bandage on Qi Ling's arm, it was stained with blood, and there was a faint smell of blood.

Qi Ling: You're so particular about it, and you have to take it off completely, not even a bandage? !

His head was in a mess, he felt that his body was no longer his own, and he was terribly frightened.After fighting for a long time, I decided to talk to Wu Nong and tell him to be gentle.

He didn't want his first experience to be so bad.

Qi Ling: "Wu Nong..."

As soon as he said these words, something was smeared on his arm, Qi Ling was stunned, and as his arm was tingling and cold, he suddenly understood what was going on.

At this moment, he seemed to have an electric current from the top of his head to his feet, except for the cold and cold arms, they were all numb and red.

Wu Nong felt that the man under him froze suddenly, and asked, "What do you want to say?"

"Don't ask!" Qi Ling stretched out his hand to cover his face with a pillow, trying to hide it, and said without stumbling his head, "You...you hurry up! I...I'm going to die of cold!"

Wu Nong's eyes moved slightly, and he responded casually: "Oh."

However, Lord Mozun, who had guessed exactly what was going on in the High Priest's mind just now, raised his eyebrows, thinking in his heart: High Priest, I'm afraid I don't want to die of cold.

I'm going to die of shame.